Where do the squirrels go
during the rain?
Can they hear the thunder?
Can they feel my pain?
And where are the birds
for the flash of light?
Are their wings tucked away,
no take off, no flight?
And am I the only one
stuck here in this bed?
Not frightened by the noise,
but relaxed instead?
Feeling comfort and rest
in the gloom of the sky,
wanting to sleep
but too sick to try?
Chilled by the air
so sodden and wet,
reveling in the day
thunder and lightning met?
It makes me feel happy,
feel good, feel fine,
to know Nature’s thoughts
are as big a mess as mine.